Tang Qingli, hands gripping the steering wheel, twitched at the corner of his lips—his face a portrait of sheer embarrassment.
But the man at the center of the storm remained composed, reaching out to pull her aside, silently forbidding her from causing further trouble.
Gu Lili clambered onto the seat, her gaze hazy as she looked at the handsome man beside her. A tipsy smile played on her lips. "You're… so incredibly good-looking…"
Long Yubei ignored her entirely, his eyes fixed on the stormy scenery beyond the window.
In a blink, the car pulled up outside a nearby hotel.
"Young Master, we've arrived."
Only then did Long Yubei glance at Gu Lili—and what he saw left him speechless. She had taken off her top and was now fumbling with her bra.
Alarmed, he reached out to stop her, pressing her hands down to prevent further madness. But in response, Gu Lili bent down and bit him—so hard that a muffled groan escaped his lips.
Hearing the sound, Tang Qingli instinctively turned his head—only for the privacy curtain between the front and back seats to descend with a soft click.
"Drive home."
"Yes, sir."
Long Yubei's expression was stormier than the night outside. He very nearly threw her out on the spot.
But reason held him back. If he truly did so, tomorrow's headlines might very well feature his name in scandal.
Gu Lili, now unclothed and relieved of her discomfort, seemed entirely oblivious to the presence of a virile, restrained man beside her.
As if that weren't enough, she leaned against him, arms coiling around his.
Without warning, his hand fell—accidentally—onto her most sensitive spot.
In an instant, he recoiled as though struck by lightning.
But she only tightened her hold, wrapping her arms around his neck and collapsing fully into him.
Before he could stop her, she seized his lips with hers.
The warmth of her kiss shattered what remained of his restraint.
At that moment, it no longer mattered who she was.
"I want her," he murmured to himself.
"Qingli, stop the car."
The vehicle rolled to a halt. "Young Master? Is something wrong?"
"Call a taxi. Go home."
Tang Qingli immediately grasped the situation and slipped out of the vehicle without question.
Inside, Long Yubei's gaze fell once more on Gu Lili. Beneath the streetlamp glow, her delicate features and flawless, porcelain skin revealed a breathtaking beauty.
He bent forward, unable to stop himself from intertwining with her.
Gu Lili's entire body felt like it was ablaze. The coolness of his skin only drew her closer, instinct guiding her actions.
He—who had always rejected every woman thrown at him—found himself powerless against this one.
Gu Lili had no idea what she was doing. Not until something sharp and foreign tore into her world, making her scream aloud.
"Ah—it hurts…"
He had assumed she was no longer innocent. But to his surprise—she was untouched.
A low murmur escaped his lips, "Perfect."
…
It was just past six in the morning when Gu Lili stirred awake.
Her body ached all over, and a grimace contorted her face as she sat up slowly, taking in the unfamiliar room.
The memories of the night came rushing back—and her blood turned to ice.
Just as she was about to climb out of bed, the bathroom door opened, and he stepped out.
His black hair was damp, clinging to his forehead; broad shoulders tapered to a slim waist, long legs carried him forward with grace. His eyes—dark and unreadable—rested on her.
Gu Lili squealed and dove back under the covers, pulling them over her head.
Seeing her reaction, a smirk tugged at Long Yubei's lips. "Bold enough to throw yourself at me last night, yet now you can't even face me?"
She peeked out, cheeks flushed with fury. "Who says I can't face you? Who says I threw myself at you? I absolutely did not!"
A glint of laughter flickered in Long Yubei's eyes as he leaned closer—barely half a foot from her face. "Still denying it? Last night you clung to me like your life depended on it, begging me not to stop. My noble body, defiled by you, little bumpkin… are you satisfied?"